Friendly Fire

You know it's time for round two
Whooped you so hard the first time
Ima give you a chance to respond

I'm comin back again
Waste all my ink on you, I'm lookin at half a pen
After the first time I got your shit
I never did think that you'd come back to rap again (he's back!)
Oh my bad, I thought that you'd be smart enough
To keep your distance I am insisting cause I am dangerous (grr)
Back up, turn around, look off your face, get the fuck out kiddy
Listen to me, I think that Cleveland needs ya, go save your city (ha)
I know you been dreaming bout me, I top it right off at 4 inches erect (yuh)
You're just a man that she used to know (used to know)
Now she my bitch it's a check (mate)
We playin games, this shit is easy
I'm talkin like skip the tutorial (skip)
Looking for something above being black and white
Not thinking of eatin no Oreo
There ain't no stopping me, I would go ten in a bout wit this bitch in a boxing ring
Hit you so hard on the side of your head
That your brain ain't gon' work, a McMurphy lobotomy (cuckoo)
For you it's so hard to see, I'm a whole nother level ahead of a democracy
But if you really want let the people vote then shit, boutta' see a new part of me (part)
I don't think you can touch my flow, never know what's gonna happen next, suspenseful
Every line is like a chest, you know the chests full, only had half a pen but now the pens dull (empty)
Pens dull, but the verse fire, got heat like wool
Ima G.I. Joe, special ops
Got no more gas in the tank
Can't run from your dad
You're done, your damn pedals shot (bah)

Ah geez, alright
Howdy everyone, my names Ryan
Ima spit a couple stanzas if that's alright
Here we go

I'm coming in hot, like a mothafucking tampax
What do I gotta do to prove it that you can't rap
Take a step back bitch, you ain't all that
I'm walking all over your format
Cause I'm King Kong bitch, you're a doormat
I guess we're kinda the same, got the same name
In the same game with the same type of brain
But I gotta refrain (yeah)
Shitting on my songwriting degree
But lemme learn you something kid
When you gonna see
My music will get me the bitches
My music will get me the loot
You're gonna be gettin' the stitches
Cause your music will get you (well)
Jerking off in your mom's basement, so complacent
And quite unnoticed, I'm not even a rapper
And I'm kicking your ass, anybody with ears fucking knows this
What is all this bullshit about your 'flow game'
Bitch when I'm done with you
You'll need some novacane
Alright I'll end on that note
You thought I'd fucking slip up
You may have won the first one
But I just tied this shit up